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By the time Friday night came around, I'd already been fucked by more men in a single weekend than any other weekend of my entire life. Not entirely sure how much more I could take, but as God as my witness I'll keep trying! This night was my favourite night of the whole weekend: the big Biohazard Men bareback party. None of this guessing about if your top will fuck you raw or not; you're going to take it bare, guaranteed. When I came to Berlin for the first time two years prior, this is the night I enjoyed most. I arrived toward the beginning, got stripped down to my blue jockstrap, blue harness, and blue leather strap (right-side, of course) and browsed around. Like the last time, there was a wide array of men to choose from. I made my way over to the bar to have my relaxation drink before making my way to the main play area and cruise for beef. Like before, it didn't take long to get some attention; I'm sure the jockstrap helped. The first hour was made up of a mix of guys taking turns fucking me for a little bit, but nothing spectacular. As with most sex parties, guys don't want to cum too quick, so each one stopped short of unloading. Call it something in the air (as I don't think it was a full moon that night) but I saw a few guys around the club sporting biohazard tattoos in various places on their body. My assumption is that the guys that had one on their chest or arms were probably the tops. I made sure that I gave them a "come hither" look as I passed them by and nodded directly toward their obvious marking. If I've never said it before in a previous post, I'll put it right here for all to see: I fucking LOVE verbal poz breeders!!! I would up getting the attention of a shorter, older daddy with a prominent biohazard mark right under his navel. Basically, where Ethan Wolfe has his, but this daddy clearly had his for some time. We found an empty corner and he bent me over and gave me a good fingering. Despite taking so much cock the previous night, I tightened up a little bit; my poz daddy worked me for a little bit, then turned me back around and got me on my knees - he was packing modestly; maybe 6.5 inches with a small p.a. Still quite suckable, which is exactly what I did. He put me against the wall and slid in gently; he was definitely conscious that I was going to need to be worked. This started a slow, but passionate filled fuck as he gently opened me up. Gliding in and out at a gentle pace, I felt very relaxed. We were soon joined by his friend - no tattoo - and they tag-teamed me for what seemed like the next half-hour. At some point, my marked daddy needed to take a breather, but said he'd come find me later - I fucking hope so! He made his way to the bar to get a drink, but left me in the graces of his top friend who continued to work me for a bit longer. Soon, his friend needed a breather as well, and we parted ways to cruise the room more. In the hallway between the two large play areas, I saw a bigger daddy with a small biohazard right on his left peck. He wasn't typically the type of guy I'd go for physically, but I got clocked eyeing his mark. He pulled me down the hall and back toward the back wall where we started to play around as well. Now that I was opened up a bit, it made it easier to take him as well - although he was also only about 6.5 inches. He worked me with a little more pace, but was a little more verbal. "Tell me what you want boy" "You like that daddy cock, don't ya" "You want that poz daddy dick inside you" To all of those questions, all I could answer in the heat of passion was "fuck yeah daddy, please give it to me." This went on for a bit and my daddy needed a breather as well. It was still relatively early in the evening, so no one was ready to blast off just yet. I made my way to the bar for a drink of my own and came across my first daddy finishing up his drink. I grabbed toward his cock to let him know I hadn't forgot about him and still wanted to have him work me. Finishing my drink fairly quickly, I went back out to the playroom to find my first daddy reaching for my exposed ass. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear to suck his cock hard again. I had to oblige; after all, that position put his navel mark right at eye level. I started to suck him again; gripping his balls with my right hand, I put my left hand right over my nose and rubbed right where his tattoo was. I had to show daddy just what I was after. We were nearby the two slings, and as soon as one opened up, daddy put me in and pushed his way back into my waiting hole. Just like before, he stroked slow and passionately. This time, we started to attract a small crowd who could see the intense eye-contact and passionate connection between us. Nothing could break our concentration; with each slide into me, our eyes locked deeper and deeper. The few guys around seemed out of my line of vision as I moaned in ecstasy with each stroke. Before long, the moment of truth came: "Get ready for my cum boy" He stroked even slower, but more intensely; I wasn't sure that was possible, but it was. Each stroke led to both of us moaning in unison knowing that each stroke led closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to beg for his poz cum so bad, but words seemed meaningless; I just let our moaning do the work. After a couple minutes, daddy held me down while I wrapped my arms around his back; each stroke from there on out was an intense squirt of his warm, toxic, marked jizz inside me. We couldn't pull our eyes off of each other until well after his last spurt emptied out. Something about this intense mutual gaze really got the attention of our voyeurs who saw just how badly we both wanted each other. We sealed with a kiss and he pulled his cock out. My mind was over the moon! It was at this point that i noticed the faces of the other guys who came by to watch - my tops buddy and my other poz daddy with the peck tat. He got between my legs and slid into my freshly bred hole. "Yeah slut boy, you want some more cum?" "Yeah, daddy, give me your seed" "Beg harder, boy" "Please fill me with your poz cum sir!" He wanted to hear me say "poz". That started a couple minutes of stroking with each one making me beg more and more for his toxic, dirty jizz. "Here you go, boy....take this poz seed....UUUHHHHH" What felt like ten blasts of jism emptied into my wet hole. I couldn't have asked for more! My first tops friend was nearby as well, but another bottom wanted the sling, so I graciously gave up my spot and let them have their fun. I headed upstairs to another play area and got another drink. While sitting on the stool catching my breath, a guy nearby caught my attention in a BIG way. Huge 9" uncut dick with a biohaz right above it (Ethan Wolfe style), but red in colour! I couldn't take my eyes off of it! He noticed me checking it out and signalled to his two friends. They came over to me and became his wing-men. These friends weren't going to fuck me, but they were going to make sure I got what I came for. For the next ten minutes or so, they ushered me onto my knees to suck this massive piece hard and then bent me over my stool. One of them grabbed my poppers out of my sock and controlled my intake while the other friend lubed my hole. After a deep hit, I felt the pointed tip of my top's member push into me. It didn't take long for him to notice the two loads already inside me. This drove him wild, and he started pounding away. He was speaking to his friends in some language I didn't understand while fucking me - probably describing the big wad of mixed fluid gathered about six inches inside my hole. I couldn't make out a word until I heard the unmistakable uptick in tone followed by an "Oh yeah.....yeah" and then BAM! A warm gush filled me deep inside and I knew he was unloading. He slipped out as he got soft and the three of them just left me at the stool; my knees weak. They weren't interested in a passionate finish; just pump, dump, and go. My legs were quivering. I really didn't think I could take much more, so I sat back down, had another drink and then got dressed and headed out. Maybe I could have tried for more cum, but I just took three of the most intense loads I'd had in some time. I had to call it a night. The next day, I decided not to actively seek more sex; I've had more than enough (though wouldn't turn down any opportunities). The couple of times over the next day or two weren't anything of note. By Sunday night, it was time to head back to London. I couldn't have imagined that I'd set a new personal record of men in one weekend, nor could I have imagined the intensity of the sex had. It's an intensity that I haven't been able to match since. Maybe this year. Maybe I'll go back and try again. Just maybe...

In the shadowy recesses of most sex dungeons and play spaces, many bathhouses, and every sex club ever devised, is at least one sling. You may have one of your own, if you are an aficionado. Slings are a kind of useful sex furniture suspended from the ceiling, not unlike a hammock except that they are basically dissimilar from a hammock in most respects. Allow me to expound, with the caveat that I have lousy luck in slings. I have been fucked exactly four (4) times so far in slings, and have no idea what I am doing wrong. I can, however, provide a short list of what other people are doing wrong with respect to slings and the men who inhabit them. Foremost, slings are for fucking. The point is for the bottom to climb into the sling, settle in with his legs elevated as though he were in a gynecological exam chair, his ass exposed and vulnerable over the end of the sling, and await the assault. When results are at their best, the assault consists of serial breeding by an array of Tops who take advantage of the available ass in a congenial, hail-fellow-well-met, even perhaps competitive fashion that leaves a pool of commingled semen as a slipping hazard on the floor beneath. In my experience, however, not all men are familiar with this basic function of slings. Over the course of my last two CumUnions, I have made an effort to occupy the sling (for which there is a dedicated room in the bathhouse) for two purposes: 1) to offer my ass to Tops who might prefer not to enter an individual's room, but might do so in a "community room" like a sling room; and 2) to try to discover what prevents me from getting the full sling experience. Each time, I positioned myself carefully in the sling, wore my own leather leg cuffs with snap links for easy positioning on the hanging chain links, and wore a blindfold made from a handmade navy handkerchief with white polka-dots (hankie code for bareback-and-cum-inside). Thus arrayed, ass exposed strategically, suggestive of helpless vulnerability, offering anonymity, and signaling, to those in the know, the willingness to take it bare, I awaited my first eager fuck. I say "eager" in that I have always considered slings more the realm of the aggressive Top, as the modality lends itself to Top control; there being little the bottom can do to set the pace, rhythm or depth of penetration. All to the good, if the Top relishes that kind of control. Each time, with uncanny similarity, the first contact has been from a hand reaching down to fiddle with my cock. At first, I didn't try to conceal it; later I put on my solid steel cock cage. Didn't matter. The hands played with my cock, which was not hard, slapped my balls, attempted to pull my cage down far enough to feed it into my anus(!)... and then departed. I can only assume that if they had been able to get me erect they would have tried to suck me off or jack me until I shot before leaving. The fact that this happened every single time, within minutes of my donning my blindfold, became frustrating. Hands did not limit themselves to my cock. They also enjoyed slapping my ass - then slapping my chest, twisting my nipples, smacking my belly, slapping my thighs, attempting to tickle me over every inch my body (I am not the slightest bit ticklish) and striking my chest with first fists and then knuckles. On my last attempt, the nipple-twisting became so savage that I finally had to say, "Okay, that's enough of that," and then, more emphatically, "I said, THAT'S ENOUGH" and grab the hand that had ignored my original statement. The guy instantly apologized, and I explained to him that the sling was meant for fucking and not for any sort of BDSM activity, which would have required some negotiation up front in any case. Then there are those men whom I have observed using slings when I have not been in them, species discussed in another thread around here somewhere, the Sling Lizard (Slingasaurus obnoxious) and the two varieties of Sling Hog, Slingasus rotundus and Slingasus immovabilis, the latter of which is distinguished by his disagreeable temperament. All of these suffer from the same evident misconception that the sling is a hammock-of-imagined-fantasy or a sort of hammock-with-remote-possibilities. It is, I suppose, possible that they have, in fact, the correct view of the thing, and that those of us who actually expect to get fucked when in a sling are the ones unconnected to reality. Regardless, I have always been careful to limit my sling-time to avoid being misidentified as one of the above fauna, and also to avoid having my goddamn cock smacked off. I welcome any input from those of greater experience with slings who may be able to correct and/or confirm my observations. I would love to add a good sling-bang to my list of life accomplishments, but at my current pace, I fear I will remain among the uninitiated out of sheer ignorance.

Another member on this site recently asked if any of us had slammed at work, or at least pnp'd. I actually have a few times... never slammed at work, but have blown clouds/snorted at work and had sex at work at the same time. In my blog here, I've written up some of the times I had pnp experiences as both a performer and as a Realtor (usually in an empty house or client's house who pnp'd and gave permission) but I actually HAVE had sex and partied some in office situations over the years. During the Recession, both performing work and house sales were down, so from 2005-2010 I also managed buildings in NYC, the management company I worked for had its office in Riverdale in the Bronx, in what was originally the pool house and club of a multi-building development... the offices were right next to the pool and my personal office was in one corner of the structure down a long corridor and had both a door to the inside corridor of the building, AND its own door to the exterior into a small fenced in area adjacent to the pool with a latched gate door. My boss' older son was a college age kid who just finished his freshman year and was now serving as a lifeguard at the complex pool during his summer vacation. I was frequently the last person in the offices, as most left by 5:30 and some nights I was there until 7 or 8 or later by myself. The pool closed at 6pm, and if the boss wanted to leave early and I was staying, he'd ask me to bring the kid home to the burbs where we all lived. I had no idea up until this point that the kid was gay, let alone that he appreciated chemplay. I mean, come on, he was only a freshman - though I was pretty "advanced" at that age I seldom meet too many others who were (or are). One of the first times this occurred, Stefan came into my office closing the door behind him, still in his long red lifeguard board shorts and a sleeveless white cotton top - open to show his washboard - and flipflops showing his oversized bare feet. I knew the kid was hot - frankly, so was his dad, my boss, and the company actually had a reputation of hiring very attractive and fit male employees - but this went beyond. While running his hand up and down his treasure trail, he mentioned that I was "busted". Tearing my gaze away from the pretty sight, I asked "why"? He proceeded to tell me he found my profile on Nasty Kink Pigs and a PNP oriented site that was popular at the time. The pictures being obviously me, I couldn't deny it, and he described them to me perfectly. Intrigued, I asked what he was doing on those sites and did his father know he was gay? He replied that he found those websites that year at college when he really found and accepted himself, and no he hadn't come out to his parents yet. He said he certainly wouldn't say anything about my extracurricular activities to his father so long as he and I could "indulge" them sometimes on the evenings I was driving him home... I told him I was flattered, and wanted to know exactly which activities on those sites he wanted to indulge in, and would I be playing teacher or did he have experience? He smirked and replied that he was looking for the bareback chem sex experiences he learned to love that year at college that took him from a naive virgin to a "probably poz party boi"... I was, suffice to say, a bit stunned. Now, to be fair, in the summer of 2006 he wasn't the only one with a 6-pack, at 43 I was still doing some modelling and in really great shape, so it wasn't TOTALLY insane for a hot college freshman to come on to an older guy, but JEEZUS this came out of nowhere, and DAMN was it hot. He proceeded to tell me he knew exactly how to make sure we were never caught (and we never were...) since my office was originally intended to be accessible after hours by the pool staff, the inside door to the rest of the offices could not only be locked and bolted, but the outside door could be locked and the gate to the little inner fenced area (the fence was 8 feet tall and opaque) could also be locked and bolted... to gain access from outside, someone would have to ring a "doorbell" and from the inside, if anyone entered the office suite, an electronic "beep" sounded in my office. There were no security cameras in my office, or at my end of the hall, or in the fenced area - and I could turn on the burglar alarm and exclude my office until I (or we) left. Stefan had thought it all out. With those assurances, I agreed. That first time he had a little bit of his own stuff in his pool bag, and I ran out to my car and brought my play bag in - out came two pipes and the clouds started. I kept asking if he was sure, and he said he liked fantasizing that I was his coach... DAMNATION he was hitting all the right buttons. That night was mostly just oral (we both rinsed off and washed up in the small shower the little bathroom my personal office had) sucking and rimming mutually... he had a real swimmer's body, 6'4", trim, slightly out-sized shoulders, long thin floppy dick and nice muscular if not large ass, green eyes, tanned white skin, torso naturally almost hairless except the treasure trail but waist down hairy like a satyr or something... Our sessions eventually included fucking each other on my desk or the floor or on a pool lounge chair brought inside, with porn playing all but silently on my computer from my external hard drive, and always with us blowing clouds, booty-bumping, snorting or hot-railing. The first session where we fucked, I had him fuck me first - he was rock hard and his youth and relative inexperience showed in his impatience to get his raw tool in me resulting in some soreness for me that evening and the next day - but his skills improved over time and that long cock of his was quite the enjoyable after-work treat, along with the copious loads he would fill me with. That same evening, when it was my turn to fuck him, I kept reminding him that I was poz, and was he SURE he wanted me to bareback him. He told me he was sure, and that he was fairly certain he'd been pozzed since he'd done several group scenes with guys he knew to be poz and took their loads... I was still a bit uncomfortable with that, and though I fucked him bare, I did not begin breeding him until he'd gotten his test results back a couple of weeks later (he was poz as he thought). He loved to spew out his filthiest fantasies as I pounded that hot frat boy hole. As summer progressed I was able to hook him up with my contact-buddy for supplies so he could pay less than in the burbs. A couple of times we had group scenes at my bud's place on Central Park West and the guys present would descend on Stefan like starving animals and he loved every minute, though we always had to leave reasonably early. He also had a friend up from school who stayed with him that summer for a week and came to the pool with him everyday that week - it was the only time we ever had a third join us in my office - a pretty Filipino kid, Alberto, with another swimmer's body but much shorter than Stefan, about 5'6" smooth all over and rippled with trim muscle, brown eyes and black hair with an incredible serpent tattoo wrapped down one leg. He was happy to blow clouds with us, and fortunately he was into "Daddies" like Stefan was, and really enjoyed getting spit-roasted from either end the three times he pnp'd with us. He even came in and gave me a blow job under my desk on one of the days they were heading home with my boss and not me! Stefan claimed to be jealous, but between him needing to be at his lifeguard post AND being 6'4" there was no way he could repeat that particular performance! Damn we had fun until he had to head back to school, and we repeated our hi-jinx the next summer (2007) as well. However, when the summer of 2008 rolled around he stayed at his school in Florida for the summer and eventually moved down there permanently and that crazy memorable set of experiences was over. And true to Stefan's promise, we never got caught! Though we both mentioned many times as we played how hot it would be to get his handsome dad high and convince him to join us. Considering the male employees he tended to hire, there certainly was a possibility that he was at least bi-sexual, but suffice to say, that was a fantasy we were NOT stupid enough to attempt! We already took enough chances!

So I went to Berlin last weekend... I checked into my hotel around 8pm and instantly started getting my ass ready for my first evening in Berlin. I was going to the Biohazard party, a BB party for poz guys only, and by 10pm I was standing in a changing room, stripping down to my jockstrap and running shoes alongside a throng of other guys in various states of undress. I had met up with a Danish BB top outside the venue, so we started off with a beer in the bar. And then the fun began... At first I did that cruisy walking-around-waiting-to-be-grabbed thing, but after the first man had fucked me I just stayed on my hands and knees on the bench where he had fucked me and waited to see if another man would be tempted. Oh, boy... Yup, that strategy worked!!! In the beginning I guess I was a bit shy, sticking my ass in the air and hiding my face in my arms while men took turns in my hole, but as the evening wore on I grew into owning my sluttiness and brazenly looked around me as men were pounding my ass, making eye contact with on-lookers and inviting them to be next in line... The cocks were generally good. All shapes and sizes, but mainly average-to-large. Cock number 15 was quite average in size, but he kept changing angles as he fucked me, so he opened me up more than any of the previous cocks had done. At that point I was on hands and knees on a padded bench up against a wall with a huge mirror and lots of on-lookers. And then... Then came cock number 16! Damn... Ouch... He was thick, so I appreciated the work number 15 had done on my hole, but the worst/best was the length! It hurt every time he went deep - and he went deep with almost every thrust, making me cry out and pull faces every time he hit me hard inside... I guess I must have been quite a noisy bottom as he fucked me, because we drew quite a crowd... And thanks to the mirror on the wall right in front of me I could see them all - and they could see my face and my expressions of pain and ecstasy! They were actually cheering him on to fuck me harder and deeper, apparently turned on by a bottom getting fucked to the very limits of what he could take! (Except one very sweet guy who came up to me and wanted to check if I was okay... Awr... Filthy pigs can be caring! - And of course I was more than okay!) When he was done with me I really needed a break (I had also taken a break after cock number 7), but numbers 17 and 18 were waiting in line and it would just have been rude to turn them down... After number 18 I was beginning to get tired - and sore, but never mind; that was only to be expected! But I figured a break would enable me to take at least a few more cocks before throwing in the towel. So I took another 4 cocks and then decided on another break, but while I was sitting in the lounge this guy began fondling my cock through my jock strap. Sorry, but I couldn't care less about my cock in a setting like that, so I shifted a bit and leaned backwards enough that my hole was exposed, and then I removed his hand to my hole... He got the general idea and started fingering me a bit before pulling me up to a standing position, turning me around and bending me over. So he was number 23... He fucked me for a while, and then he invited his boyfriend to try my hole - number 24 - and they took turns fucking me right there in the lounge next to the food buffet! When they were done with me, though, I was done... It was getting very late and I was tired and had a wet, sore, fucked-out hole. I have no idea how many men came inside me, but it was quite a few, judging by the amount of cum I had leaked unto the hotel sheets when I woke up Saturday morning! ......................................................... So that was the Friday night... Well, I was also in Berlin on Saturday! I spent the day mooching about town and being cultural and so on - basically giving my still-sore hole a bit of a chance to recover from Friday night... Saturday afternoon I got myself ready once more and by 5:45pm I was at Fickstutenmarkt, getting naked along with the other mares / Stuten. Whereas getting changed on Friday had had that slightly sexy tinge of not knowing if I'd end up getting fucked by the guy changing next to me, on Saturday I knew I was getting changed with bottoms only. (At Fickstutenmarkt - "fuck-mare-market" - the bottoms arrive early and are completely naked, blindfolded and tied up when the stallions / tops arrive.) I made a tactical error, though. I should have tried to secure a place on one of the benches, but instead I wandered around and when the time came for the "stall-helpers" to blindfold us bottoms I was placed standing somewhere. (I really have no idea where I was!) This probably meant I didn't get as much cock as I could have had - and crucially it also meant I was standing up! Quite frankly, standing up for hours is not pleasant, and in time my feet and knees became sore way before my hole did. When you start thinking "actually, I'd rather like to just lie back in crisp, white hotel sheets" it's perhaps time to leave... So I only took 8 cocks at the Fickstutenmarkt, leaving at 9:45pm and being back at my hotel by 10pm... I'm pretty sure I could have taken a LOT more if I didn't have to stand up, but that's how it was. And 32 cocks within 24 hours is not too bad, I think. It's anybody's guess how many loads I actually took that weekend - probably a lot of the tops just fucked me for a while and then moved on to the next hole - but who cares. The mere feeling of being slutty enough to allow tops free access to my hole was SO satisfying... ............................................... The next time I go to Berlin I think I'll try out Fickstutenmarkt again - but make sure to arrive as early as possible and hog a place on one of the central benches! And I'll try to find a weekend where there's both a Fickstutenmarkt and a Biohazard party...

Let's be honest, I love topping. I love the feeling of empyting my built up wad inside a tight willing hole. But my ass tends to get jealous when everyone else around me gets a bit of action. Like a picket fence, the walls of my hole have a need to be constantly white-washed with a good creamy coat. After an eventful first day in Berlin and blasting my seed in a bottom boy, my hope was that luck would be on my side on day 2 and that I'll get a good pounding and breeding of my own - or at least more than one. When I awoke from my previous evening's excursion, I signed online to check the apps/websites for anyone looking for the early-bird special ?. It didn't take long for some interest to be feigned. A handsome Germany guy who was staying in a hotel a few streets over invited me by for some hot action. He showed me some pictures of a nice furry chest and a decent sized uncut tool to boot. I freshened up quick and made my way over. I arrived at his hotel room to find him totally naked and ready for action. He let me in and we went for a good snog; before I knew it, I dropped straight to my knees to give his man meat a good oral massage to prepare it for what I've been waiting for. A little bit about me and oral sex: I LOVE getting fucked, but i'm not one of those bottoms who bobs up and down on a cock for barely 30 seconds before turning around and begging to get fucked. That, to me, reeks of desperation and is bit of a turn-off. I get super turned on by hearing a guy's soft moans, as he experiences the warmth of my tongue on his member. Like any other time I've worked my mouth magic on a top guy, I suck as long as he'll let me. I'll let him direct me when HE is ready. My sexy man let me work my magic for what had to be around 20 minutes, moaning in ecstasy the whole time. Nothing too intense, though, so I could tell that he was nowhere near close to erupting. After that, I felt his gentle caress on my right cheek, and I could tell that meant that he was ready to proceed to to next step. I eased upwards until I was standing in front of him; he turned me around and gently shoved me onto the bed. He then handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took that inaugural hit. No sooner than I let out a post-hit sigh that he gently pushed his way inside of me. There's nothing hotter than the gentle feeling of a thick tool working its way inside of you after you've been craving it for so long. He alternated between a good gentle lover to a hard-pounding stud over what seemed like an hour. Every so often, I'd take another hit of Jungle Juice to keep myself wanting it more and more. For a while it seemed like he's never cum! Finally, out of nowhere, my hairy man gave me 4 strong pumps of his cock and I felt what seemed like the biggest eruption of spooge that I've experienced in my life! The kind that if it were out in the open would spray literally EVERYWHERE! We caught our breath and talked about our plans for the day. Like me, it turns out my cum cannon top was going to be attending that evening's Biohazard party (a big sexy party for supposedly "poz only" men). I left his hotel room saying that I hoped to see him around later at the party. Little did I know then that my new stud would help along one of the biggest reversals of sexual fortune that I've experienced in a while... And it's barely even lunchtime! **to be continued""